| Lyrics | Song |
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| Only God would know the reasons. But I bet he must have a plan | |
| I'm a devil on the run, a six gun lover, a candle in the wind | |
| You and me, we're invicible together. We can be oh so tragical, whatever | |
| Shining like a diamond, rolling with the dice. Standing on the ledge, I show the wind how to fly | |
| This one goes out to the sinner and the cynical. This aint about no apology | |
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| And I don't need no anesthesia or a nurse to bring a pill | |
| There's only one place that call me one of their own. Just a hometown boy, born a rolling stone | |
| The hotel bar hangover whiskey's gone dry, the barkeepers wig's crooked and she's giving me the eye | |
| You wanna start a personal revolution, what else you gonna do tonight | |
| I walk these streets, a loaded six string on my back. I play for keeps, cause I might not make it back | |
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